Pastel Colors

Day0423:18

Song Ran fell into a deep entanglement.

Ask yourself, do you want to see Mr. He?

miss you.

Dare to press the switch?

dare not.

The two answers are both clear and unquestionable, but they are incompatible with each other.Songran himself didn't understand why, he wobbled in pain, before he could make a decision, the door was opened unexpectedly, and Bobu, who was wearing little yellow duck pajamas, appeared at the door, pouted, sniffed, tears streaming down his face stared at him.

He was at a loss: "Boob, what's the matter?"

"Big liar!" Bubu accused him, his eyelids blinked, and a few tears fell, "I promised to see you when I woke up, I... I woke up twice!"

His chest was bulging, his lips were getting tighter and tighter, and his little face was twisted into a wrinkled little old man. He saw the black clouds pressing down on the city, lightning and thunder, and it was about to turn from sunny to rainy in a second.

Songran had promised to sleep with him before, and halfway through, she settled her suspicions with Mr. He, chatted happily, and turned around and forgot about the child.When Bubu cried, guilt stabbed into his heart like a needle. How could he care about Mr. He, picked up the child and coaxed him softly, wiping his tears and apologizing.

Bubu knew that Songran doted on him, and it was rare to be pampered. He vented all his little temper that he didn't dare to show in front of his father and nanny before, and made a big fuss. It took him a long time to stop crying. The small weeping sound kept on, to show that he was still unhappy and aggrieved.

"Brother knows I'm wrong, so I'll go to sleep with you." Song Ran put on a pitiful look, "Bubbu forgive brother once, okay?"

With tears in his eyes, Bubu raised a short finger: "Just once."

"Once, just once!"

Song Ran hastily carried Bubu back to the bedroom, turned off the light, covered the quilt, and coaxed him to sleep in the quiet darkness.It wasn't until the child was breathing evenly in his arms that he remembered that Mr. He seemed to have been thrown in a corner together with his mobile phone.

When it's over, another point will be deducted.

Song Ran first moved his arms and then his legs, sneaked out of the bed, and sneaked out with his waist down.The child's mobile phone was left behind in the small theater. He picked it up and pressed a button, and the call continued uninterrupted. The accumulated time on the screen had increased to 2 hours and 23 minutes.

"Hey, Mr. He, are you still listening?"

Song Ran asked softly.

There was a quick reply: "I'm listening."

The tone was calm, without impatience, and without the slightest anger.

Song Ran calmed down a bit, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I'm going to sleep with Bubu, why don't we... next time... um, call?"

He wanted to say "video", but he felt inexplicably ashamed. The word stuck in his throat for a long time, but he didn't hold it back.

He Zhiyuan took the initiative to say for him: "Video is also fine."

Song Ran blushed: "Okay...Okay."

At this point in the conversation, it's time to hang up. The receiver was silently blank for a few seconds. Both parties didn't speak, but they didn't hang up either.Song Ran is an emotionally sensitive person, holding the phone and not knowing what to do, He Zhiyuan said with a smile: "You have worked hard today, go to bed early, so that Bubu won't be able to find you when he wakes up... Good night. "

When he said the word "late", He Zhiyuan made an extremely languid and sexy bubbly voice, and his ears felt crisp, and a strong itching sensation ran down the cervical spine to his lower abdomen, and his jeans were obviously tight.

"Night... good night!"

He hung up the phone in a panic, breathing heavily.

One day later, in this small theater, Song Ran leaned on Mr. He's shoulder to watch an old movie. When the ending subtitles floated up, he asked: "That day... is the fourth day we met. If I really Flick the switch, see you, will there be any difference between us?"

He Zhiyuan looked down at him, his eyes were deep, in which love flowed into a sea of ​​night.

He said: "If you really press it, we will have an ordinary first meeting. I am wearing a nightgown, I haven't brushed my teeth, I haven't washed my face, I haven't shaved, and I am as decadent as other slovenly men. You suddenly find that, The male god in your mind doesn't seem to have any charm in private, just ordinary, just a little more bright clothes, and a little more high-end outfit. So, you are no longer fascinated by me. "

Song Ran grabbed his neck and defended her precious first love: "I won't!"

"really?"

Song Ran insisted: "Really!"

"That would be even worse." He Zhiyuan lifted his chin, and touched his lips like a superficial touch, "When you see that 'me', you will probably be as timid as a mouse, hiding the real Songran, Became a very obedient three-good student. Since then, I have been stern and trembling, and I have been calculating how to earn impression points in front of me. I can’t complain, and I swallowed the words that called me an asshole, and I can’t listen to the presumptuous and cute chatter. . Come to think of it, it's actually pretty bad, isn't it?"

Song Ran reflexively wanted to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that He Zhiyuan was right - at that time, he was far from suitable to meet "that Mr. He".

No matter how crazy the appearance is, the infatuation based on a one-sided relationship is always too shallow.He is immature, and he hasn't gotten rid of his emotional inferiority complex. "That Mr. He" just wiped out his reason with just one face. If he sat and talked with each other, he couldn't even imagine how he would react.

Maybe he would kneel, look up, and blindly guess Mr. He's preferences in the chaos, fill himself into a seemingly ideal mold, and act self-righteously as a "qualified suitor", afraid of making mistakes, and make mistakes frequently, and finally go the wrong way , and passed by the favor that was just a little bit away.

More than bad, downright miserable.

Feeling scared, Song Ran gritted his collar and arched towards He Zhiyuan's chest, trying to push most of his body into the other's fiery arms.He Zhiyuan hugged him tightly, his fingers meshed like gears, and the body temperature poured in from every gap in the knitting thread of the sweater.Under the warm light above the head, the camellia red sofa fabric against the skin, showing a large area of ​​pale pink.

He rubbed the back of He Zhiyuan's hand, and asked softly, "If I really hid it, would you still like it?"

He Zhiyuan was overjoyed: "Why, do you think I won't be able to catch the rabbit if it enters the hole?"

Hearing this, Song Ran's drooping eyelashes trembled, and then trembled again.He didn't raise his head, but only held He Zhiyuan's slender fingers tighter. After a while, he burst out laughing, bent his knees, and pushed hard against He Zhiyuan's waist, saying, "You are the rabbit!"

On the fourth night of their acquaintance, Songran failed to see his Mr. He.

It was an April spring night, and there was still a hint of winter cold in the air, and the magnolias in S City had already begun to bloom.The scent of flowers fades first and then becomes stronger, permeating along the deserted streets under the street lights.On the twelfth floor of the fifth building of Bishuiwan Residence, Songran lay in the warm eiderdown quilt, hugged Xiao Bubu, and had a dream of watercolor texture.

The color of the dream is smudged, the tone is bright, and the sunlight penetrates through the large floor-to-ceiling glass and fills every corner of the living room.The cat stretched its limbs, turned its chubby waist lazily, and basked in the front for a while, and basked in the back for a while.

There is the tinkling sound of the music box, and ballet dancers on tiptoes are spinning in the center of the box.

On the coffee table in the living room are a bunch of baby's breath, two fairy tale books, and three cute animal mugs.A set of three mugs, in the shape of a family of chubby chipmunks.Dolls and pine cones were scattered on the carpet, and Songran knelt in the middle, building a castle with building blocks with Bubu. In the kitchen not far away, there was a soft sound of cups and plates, and a tall, tall, broad-shouldered strange man was standing In front of the counter, while making coffee, fried eggs.

He turned his back to Songran, his face was unknown, but Songran knew that if he turned around, he would definitely like that face.

When Song Ran was indulging in dreams, a new day on the other side of the ocean had just begun. The employees of Swordarc Inc were surprised to find that their CTO was in a surprisingly good mood today.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, with the loud noise of tires rubbing against the concrete floor, all the employees on the first floor witnessed a magnificent drift into the warehouse, and the black, red and gold tricolor coat of arms flashed a dazzling light under the scorching sun, making it extremely ostentatious.In fact, drifting into storage is not a rare thing in the company, because this is the regular appearance of Carl Kraus every day, but it is a bit unbelievable that the person who gets off the car is replaced by He Zhiyuan.

It turns out that the rumor that Mr. He crushed Carl in a corner is not true, right?

The flamboyant Mr. Carl finished drifting at [-]:[-], and received an abnormal sound of consolation. He was puzzled, and even his light chestnut hair was a little dimmed.He heard the news about He Zhiyuan all the way into the R&D department, and saw the person in the center of the topic leaning against the table, holding a cup of coffee, hands in his trouser pockets, happily chatting with his subordinates.

After the subordinate left, Carl was beaming with joy, and pulled He Zhiyuan's shoulder forcefully: "Let me see, Guatemalan coffee beans, two cubes of sugar, a honey muffin, and the time to chat with people before work... I bet , your soul has been swapped with my grandmother's."

He Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "Then your grandmother's drifting skills are really good."

Carl was overjoyed, and gave a thumbs up: "Can't you hold back? Do you want to come after the press conference? Convention, Sonoma track, modified car."

He Zhiyuan shook his head: "It's really not good this time, Bubu is still waiting for me to go home, so I can't stay longer than one day."

Carl shrugged disappointedly.

Bubu's babyhood was not very worrying. Carl, as He Zhiyuan's close friend, had had a lot of clothes wasted by urination, leaving a painful psychological shadow, and he also cut off the idea of ​​raising a baby.But out of the strong friendship between classmates, he still loves He Zhiyuan's little baby very much.

"No problem, don't embarrass our good father." Carl skipped the subject and continued to interrogate, "So, I am so happy today, and I made money on the stock?"

He Zhiyuan spread his hands: "AI concept stocks have been rising for half a month."

Carl diverged his thinking, and thought of another possibility: "Could it be that all technical problems have been solved? Tsk tsk, it doesn't seem like it."

He turned his head, looked around at all the people in the R&D department, and maintained his usual evaluation: "Hell on earth."

"Okay, don't guess, just care about your own work, I will share with you the first time I have good news." He Zhiyuan put down his glass, and patted Carl's hand on his shoulder back, "10 See you in meeting room two in a few minutes, I sincerely hope that the two inappropriate jokes from last time have been deleted from your speech, otherwise, in order to restore the company's image, I have no choice but to mock you in my session."

Carl was hit hard: "Can't you really keep it?"

He Zhiyuan smiled politely: "No."